Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 361 - 356: Song Tingfan, Why Did You Push Me?

Chapter 361: Chapter 356: Song Tingfan, Why Did You Push Me?

After walking away a bit, she stopped and patted her chest. How could it not be frightening? She was almost scared to death.

She wasn’t confident enough to believe the antagonist would show her mercy.

If they were going to show mercy, why test her!

When Song Tingfan came into the hall with dumplings, Lin Qiao pulled Song Qin’s arm and complained, "Grandma, Tingfan just called me by my name, Lin Qiao." She looked aggrieved as she spoke.

Hearing this, Song Qin looked at Song Tingfan and mildly scolded, "Niu Niu, how can you call Qiao’er by her name? You shouldn’t do that; it affects the relationship between husband and wife."

Song Tingfan glanced at the young woman and admitted his mistake in a low voice, "It won’t happen again."

"As long as it won’t happen again." Song Qin patted Lin Qiao’s back, signaling her not to take it to heart.

When you’re pregnant, you easily overthink, and overthinking can cause problems.

Song Rong, who usually wasn’t talkative, said seriously, "Niu Niu, don’t do that. How can you call your wife like that? Don’t bring outside habits into family discussions."

Song Tingfan nodded obediently.

Seeing him being scolded made Lin Qiao feel a bit satisfied. No matter how fierce he was, he wouldn’t dare speak up in front of Grandpa and Grandma.

Cowardly boy.

Lately, Song Tingfan had been especially busy. After eating, he hurried back to the camp. After he left, Lin Qiao locked the door and checked the silver notes in the box, about ten of them, roughly over a thousand taels.

She needed to exchange this money but where to keep it after exchanging?

While she was lost in thought, a "knock knock knock" at the door startled her. She quickly stashed the money back into the box and pushed it under the bed, "Who is it?" She ran her fingers through her hair as if she’d already gone to bed.

"It’s me, Qiao’er. The chicken soup in the kitchen is done simmering. I thought you should drink it while it’s hot before you sleep." It was Song Qin’s voice.

Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, scared out of her wits, thinking that the antagonist had returned. She quickly opened the door and took the bowl from her, "Grandma, you could have just called me. Be careful not to drop it while carrying it yourself."

"The road is smooth; I won’t drop it. The chicken soup is just warm enough, drink it up." Song Qin followed her inside, quickly getting a cushion for her to sit comfortably on.

The two old folks of the Song family really treated her well. Lin Qiao felt a bit complex inside; if she left, Song Rong might never see his child or his health might worsen.

Either way, her conscience wouldn’t be at ease.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Grandma, you’re so good to me."

"It’s not me being good to you; it’s you being good to us. Over these years, you and your grandpa have been a burden to you, not knowing how to repay you, only hoping in our hearts that you’ll be well."

Seeing her finish the soup, Song Qin took back the bowl and kindly said, "I won’t delay your sleep any longer."

After closing the door again when she left, Lin Qiao pulled the wooden box from under the bed and sighed heavily looking at the silver notes inside.

Finally, she put the wooden box back in the cabinet.

That night, Song Tingfan sent a message that he wasn’t coming back. Lin Qiao was somewhat relieved but couldn’t sleep for a long time, her mind filled with thoughts of the antagonist’s rebellion.

Rebellion means the death of the whole family.

Was the antagonist’s head made of mush? Did he even realize he had a wife and child? Well, she didn’t have to worry about that; he would at least consider the child and Song Qin, right?

After thinking this and that for a good while, she finally fell asleep groggily.

...

The next day was the end of the month, and it was time to settle the wages for the workers. Early in the morning, Lin Qiao went to the inn, considering the end-of-year rush, she gave everyone an extra tael of silver.

The workers who received the money were grinning from ear to ear, continuously thanking her, and the aunt who washed dishes insisted on giving her a pastry she had bought.

Unable to refuse, Lin Qiao had to eat it. Finding it quite tasty, she asked where it was sold, planning to buy some for her family.

As she left the shop, she heard someone shout, "Madam," at first thinking it was someone else being called, she didn’t pay attention, but soon heard another call, "Mrs. Song."

She stopped and turned around, seeing someone lurking in the nearby alley. Once she identified him, she instinctively frowned before walking over, "Why are you here? Didn’t I tell you to go elsewhere?"

Gu Qingyou looked around anxiously and said, "General Song had me brought back. He asked why you gave me twenty taels of silver, and I told him everything."

He felt uneasy without telling her. Though he didn’t know why she helped him, he was very grateful.

It had been a long time since anyone had been kind to him.

Lin Qiao was stunned, no wonder Song Tingfan’s reaction was odd yesterday. How could it not be? She had given the male second lead twenty taels of silver for no reason, telling him to live elsewhere.

She was quite regretful then, she shouldn’t have meddled in this matter.

No, no.

Gu Qingyou was driven away by the antagonist, why was it that he happened to leave with her to the Capital, only to be brought back now for questioning.

It was definitely not a coincidence, nor was it the plot acting out.

The antagonist had been using Gu Qingyou to test her from the start.

Clearly, the test had half succeeded, the remaining half depended on her.

If she panicked at that moment in the kitchen, the antagonist would confirm she was her original self, realizing this sent a chill through her heart.

She had been careless.

The antagonist was meticulous, how could he be completely fooled by her.

She couldn’t tell if she was afraid or what, but her heart ached faintly.

"After today, don’t come to Lunan City anymore, go as far as possible, use a false name when you meet people, understand?"

Because he came back to tell her, she couldn’t possibly take his life.

If she were to leave, Song Tingfan would definitely start with these people.

Gu Qingyou, though afraid, still worriedly asked, "Mrs. Song, will you be okay?"

"I’ll be fine, go quickly, don’t let anyone see you." Lin Qiao watched him walk away before she came out of the alley.

Not noticing at all that someone in the opposite inn’s loft was observing.

"General Song, is there a problem?"

Gao Qiang didn’t understand why they had been watching Gu Qingyou, this clean-faced boy, over the past days—did they suspect his wife had an affair?

Ahem, he didn’t dare voice that thought.

Fear of death.

The man in front didn’t move, it took a long time before he turned around, "Bring him back, and don’t leak anything to anyone."

It was her, it was her all along.

Lin Qiao had no idea she was still being pegged by the antagonist, bought some pastries to take back, and pondered how to bring up the silver she gave Gu Qingyou.

When Song Tingfan returned, he saw her lost in thought at the table, his chin tightened somewhat.

Was she seeking redemption or fooling him, or perhaps planning another way for him to die...

How dare she reappear before him?

Only belatedly did Lin Qiao notice he had returned, she quickly got up, "Tingfan, you’re back." She said, moving to dust off his clothes.

Unexpectedly, he blocked her hand and then shook her off, "No need."

Lin Qiao staggered, but managed to stabilize herself, she looked at him in mild disbelief, thinking she...

She was still carrying a child...

For a brief moment, she thought of slapping him and then leaving.

But evidently, she couldn’t.

With red-rimmed eyes, she said, "Why did you push me?"